My mother was a woman. A black woman. A single mother. Raising two kids on her own. So she was dark skinned. Had short hair. Got no love from nobody except for a group called the Black Panthers. So that's why she was a Black Panther.

My mama told me when I was young we're all born SUPERSTARS!

Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.

My mother had a rule, obviously, that I couldn't go across the street by myself, but I had to find a way of doing it.

My mom loved to sing - and I'll go on record and say she was the worst singer ever. I'd get up and move away from her!